[ Angel receives a nod, curt and simple, to acknowledge that. The Major has never been one for attachments or sentiment. First names invite that.
But then she frowns. Goddess? ]

Gods exist where you're from?

[She shifts, moving to pull one of the bottom metal panels free from its surrounds. The metal buckles and then the screws give, and she puts it aside. ]

Let's hope between us we can find a port that works. I hope that the one here are relatively undamaged.